Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.